Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

[Stan this song on stage, "I don't care what your politics are, when
our are dying in the streets, it's time to put away the guns." He
said he'd never write a political song, but he did and we him for it. It
is fitting that it be the on the album as it was the last one he wrote.]
I took back my hand and I him the door
No dollar of would I part with this day
For fueling the engines of cruel war
In my land far away.
Who fled the first wearing all that they owned,
called 'Navigators', all ragged and torn,
And built the Grand Trunk here, and a new home
Wherever their were born.
Their sons have no politics. None call
Allegiance from generations before.
O'this name or O'that name can't at all
Or be enough for to war.
And meanwhile my babies are in their home,
Unlike pale cousins who cower and cry
While kneecappers nail their poor Dads to the
And teach them to and to die.
It's those cruel who spurn the fair coin.
The peace for kids they could take at their will.
Since the day old Billy prevailed at the Boyne,
They've and they've maimed and they've killed.
Now they cry out for money and wail at the
But Home or Republic, 'tis all a big shame;
And a curse for us here who nothing of war.
We're kindred in but name.
All rights and all have long since blown away,
For causes are where children lie slain.
Yet the damned U.D.L and the I.R.A.
Will go murdering again.
But no of mine will I add to the fray.
"Remember the Boyne!" will cry out in vain,
For I've given my heart to the place I was
And the whole House of Orange
King Billy and the whole of Orange.